I even wore women's short-shorts when I rode my mower to cut thegrass. My wife had planned to have a little work done on our rear deck,add some lighti...g to make it useable at night, but our regular handymanalways called a day or so before he would start a job. That would allowme plenty of time to resume my male identity while he was here; thegood thing was the work would only take a couple of days. So I hadsettled in to a lovely routine. I would roll my hair each eveningbefore going to bed. If. “Mr. B. Are you still young enough to get it up? I’ve got to have a stiff one!”Young enough, indeed! What a rude question! I didn’t answer. Instead, I unzipped and brazenly dropped my pants right in front of her. My rapidly rising boner leapt forwards. She gave an excited shriek, jumped up, bent over the back of the chair, spread her legs and pointed her wet and swollen pussy at me.“Fuck me, Mr. B. Fuck me now, hard! Doggy style!” she said, growling through clenched teeth.With my pants around. Caius was losing breath as much as Marishka. His erection made walking toward her difficult. He KNEW she sensed his presence but did not fear continuing. An exhibitionist like her? This must be a wet dream come true for Marishka.His fangs dripped saliva over exposed, succulent breasts; Marishka’s impatience freed skin by the second and Caius' enthusiasm would obsess over each nipple, inch and curve. Even her crimson sports bra teased him, so Caius yanked it fully past bouncing titties. No more. I just sort of paced around the house until my mom came home. It was about five o'clock, and I wondered what time would be good to leave. I didn't know, but I couldn't wait around anymore.I told my mom I was going to a study group at someone's house. She offered to give me a ride, but I declined saying that I just needed some air. I assured her that I had a ride home, and since she didn't care much anyway, she told me to be back before midnight. I grabbed my bag (for illussion perposes) and.